It was too fast, the angle too difficult for an ordinary person to even register the moment. But for the woman called Butterfly, it was more than enough.
Her "antennae" instantly locked onto the blurred image. Like the most brilliant of artists, she began using astounding computational power to reconstruct the target's features from subtle clues—light and shadow, silhouette, gait, and residual energy signatures.
"Got him," Butterfly murmured, a playful smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
Her consciousness delved deeper, an invisible blade slicing through layer after layer of data barriers.
Permissions were meaningless before her; firewalls were like tissue paper. Soon, a name and its corresponding file were retrieved.
"Wu Liangchen. An outsider Martial Cultivator. Magic, Level Four... or is it a Divine Sight Realm Martial Artist?"
